Royally Not Ready Novels & Stories

“I’m calling Davon now. We need the full briefing on the Keepers' findings and the training failure. Then, I’ll coordinate the arrival schedule with James and Samuel. They will arrive under the deepest possible cover. This meeting isn’t just about protecting Xian’na; it’s about preparing for the reign she’s about to claim. The world is changing, and we need to be ready to shield the new Queen.” This is it. The calm before the true storm. “Lock the door behind me, my Queen. I have a war to plan.”

Alexa replied before turning to her mother. "Seal of Royalty is the power for an external royal to force the royal of a kingdom to look at an issue. Prince Flynn brought up the issue of your marriage to Jared and the fights, then he offered for your hand in marriage and this he is within his rights to do because you are not pregnant or have a child from the union yet. You now understand why I said Alexa needs to be pregnant." The queen said as Alexa mouth opened look at Jared who gritted his teeth. "There should be a clause to avoid this. Royals love their evading clause." Jared stated.

Chapter 95: The Royal Entreaty The day of the Royal Entreaty had finally arrived, a day that held the hopes and ambitions of men from every corner of the kingdom. From noble lords to esteemed knights, wealthy merchants, and even commoners of exceptional merit, they all gathered at the southern grounds of the imperial palace, a vast and majestic space where the kingdom’s finest had once trained and competed. The grounds were meticulously prepared for the occasion, banners bearing the royal crest fluttered in the breeze, and the marble pavilions gleamed in the morning sun. It was a setting worthy of the historic event that was about to unfold.

She knew she wasn’t ready for marriage nor is she ready to shoulder the responsibility of being a crown princess of another kingdom. "You have to, dear." Her father countered. "We’ve decided to get you two married before you start to show interest in someone else." "What kind of decision is that?" She scoffed. “And what’s with the rush? I do not even know his name.” “He’s seventeen already and their law makes them obliged to naming a crown prince after his eighteenth birthday.” King Louis answered. “And his parents want their son to have his crown princess before he’s eighteen. They want you two to start taking proper steps towards ruling.”

She pointed to the black dress hanging in the farthest corner of the wardrobe filled with colorful dresses. Agatha turned to look at it and suddenly said, "As expected. The Consort has brilliant eyes for things." Athena rolled her eyes, "I just like black, that's all there is." Black will always hide the blood stains of her victims. "And please, don't call me Consort. I have a name, use it." "That's impossible. Lord Alexander has chosen you as his Consort and we, servants cannot disobey the masters." Aria, the other maid said quickly.

“Huge, actually. Just… Not overnight. Can you bear with me for the immediate future, and I’ll let you in on the plans when I can?” “I like the view. So, yeah. I’ll stick around. Do what you need to do, Bailey.” “Everyone likes the view,” I mumble as I walk away. That is the least of my concerns. It’s the rest of the damn restaurant that’s the problem. But I’ve got my own issues to contend with at the moment, and they involve making myself presentable for a royal. Correction: Making my naked self presentable for a royal. And just as I’m considering this, Claire calls me.

“Yes.” “You mean, attending to me how?” “However you need.” She set the shirt down. “Breakfast is ready when you are. The Alpha King requests your presence at noon.” She said it all in the same tone. Breakfast. Alpha King. Noon. Like these were equally ordinary facts about an ordinary morning. I kept staring. “Are you alright?” she asked. “I’m,” I stopped. Started again. “I used to clean floors.” A pause. “I’m aware of where you came from,” Maren said the way someone states a fact they have no opinion about. “Breakfast is on the table. Eat while it’s warm.”

“You might be a prince, but no one respects people who are late, let me put it in perspective for you, it is your coronation day, you are late, the whole of Dracoterrum notices and thinks you cannot even handle turning up at the right time for that day, how are you going to handle a kingdom, it is your wedding day, everyone is waiting for you to arrive, you’re late, your new wife will think she was not worth enough to you that you could make it on time” said a loud booming voice from across the room.

IN THE MEDICAL SCHOOL ✓ "Aren't you ready yet? It's almost time!" Princess Natom hastened her steps into the room only to find Princess Reda on the bed. "What? It's just a walk and not a date." Princess Reda groaned, adjusting the joggers and crop top she was wearing. "Just treat him nicely." Princess Natom eyed her body before giving the advice.

Since they had shipped in the suppressants, they might as well test the drugs and their efficiency. Marcus had gotten up early to freshen up in scented water and wear his best. He came out better dressed than the man of the day, while Prince Rain had not arrived. Even when the banners of Dravaren announced themselves from a distance, he still had not arrived. Not even servants from his wing or his mate had taken their position. Marcus smiled victoriously. "No one would vote for a weak and late king," he thought.